Although it didn't start or end to bad, smack dab in the middle was war.
I'll spare the long, rambling story and just give the jist of it:
On my way to Leadership Lunch at the BSM (with Taylor), I had a fender bender. With a Lexus. Sweet lil' Boo (my car, haha) just decided to hit the Lexus. In my defense - a) I was looking over my shoulder the whole time, b) she was in my blind spot, and c) I was further out of my space than she was...
Thankfully, she was super nice. And she actually was the one apologizing when we got out of our cars. And there were no injuries. We did end up going to campus police and filing a report, etc.
Bad part #2 - while I'm sitting with Mr. Po-Po (who's last name ironically was Godlove...) and the other girl, my phone rings - luckily not out loud, it was on silent. But, finish the whole police report jazz and when I'm heading to lunch, late, I check my voicemail. Oh, hello, doctor. What's that? I have a tear in my meniscus?
Torn meniscus = minor surgery. Cue sarcastic "awesome" comment.
It's not for sure when, or even 100% it'll happen (but PT told me I should if I want to run again). I'll update when I find out more.
Among everything that's been happening, I just broke down. I couldn't handle it, didn't want to hear it or deal with any of it.
But, I was reminded of something: "We live in a poopy, fallen world and God is the only comfort and good thing we have. His glory and love will shine thru your accident and surgery." - Elizabeth
At the end of the day, I realized that even though I had a horrible, stressful day... I still had so much to be thankful for. We may trip, but he won't let us fall.